Yi Huatian

(Character card: Novelist, Yan Yan) With a flute hanging around his waist, he often wanders around the countryside and often visits busy alleys. Famous for his novels, he is a famous disciple of the novelist. Green clothes, why Xiao Ge, why novel...

Pledge: In the comment area, learn to shut up and stop talking nonsense. This is what an author should do, just give it a silent thumbs up!

(About Difficulties) Seek truth from facts, practice brings true knowledge. As long as your thinking does not slip, there are always more methods than difficulties. (Keep it in mind)

It's good to have some quiet time. (Shut up about appropriateness🤐)

"Xiaoyaoyou" Xiaoyaoyou Zhuang Zhou [Pre-Qin] There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun. The Kun was so big that it was unknown how many thousands of miles away it was; when it turned into a bird, its name was Peng. I don't know how many thousands of miles the Peng has on its back; when it flies in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging down from the sky. It is a bird, and the sea will migrate to Nanming. Nan Ming is also Tianchi. Those who are "Qixie" are also those who are ambitious and strange. "Xie" says: "The Peng migrates to Nanming. The water hits it for three thousand miles, and it swings upward for ninety thousand miles. It goes to breathe in six months." Wild horses are like dust, and living things are blowing with their breath. The sky is blue, is it righteous or evil? Is it so far away that it is extremely evil? It looks down upon it, and if so, that's it. Moreover, if the accumulation of water is not thick, it will not be able to carry a large boat. Put a cup of water on the col hall, and the boat will be made of mustard; if you place the cup on top, it will be glued. The water is shallow and the boat is big. If the accumulation of wind is not thick, its large wings will be weak. Therefore, for ninety thousand miles, the wind will be down, and then it will be today's Peifeng; it will carry the blue sky on its back, and it will not be Yaolan, and then it will be today's general Tunnan. Xiaoxue and Xuejiu laughed and said: "I will rise and fly, grab the elms and sticks and stop, but the time will not come, and I will only control the ground. How can I go south for 90,000 miles?" Those who are suitable for the wild land will eat three meals instead, and their belly will still be full; those who are suitable for a hundred miles, they will stay and pound grain; those who are suitable for a thousand miles, they will gather grain in three months. Who knows about the two insects! Small knowledge is not as good as big knowledge, small years are not as good as big ones. Xi Yi knows this? The bacteria in the morning don't know Hui Shuo, and the crickets don't know the spring and autumn. This is the young year. In the south of Chu, there are those who are underworld, who consider five hundred years old as spring and five hundred years old as autumn; in ancient times, there were those who were called Dachun, who consider eight thousand years old as spring and eight thousand years old as autumn. This is also the new year. And Peng Zunai has heard about it for a long time now, and everyone is like him. Isn't it sad? Tang Zhi asked Ji too: "To the north of Qianfa, there is the underworld sea, Tianchi. There is Yuyan, which is thousands of miles wide. No one knows how to cultivate it, and its name is Kun. There is bird Yan, and its name is Peng. Its back is like Mount Tai, and its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky; it holds a ram's horn and shakes it. The one above is 90,000 miles away from the clouds, carrying the blue sky, and then turns to the south, and is in Nanming. He scolded him and said, "Is he ridiculing me? I leaped up, but only a few feet down, soaring among the basils. Is this a big argument?" My old husband knows that he who is effective as an official, his behavior is comparable to that of his hometown, his virtue is the same as that of a monarch, and he conquers a country, this is what he thinks of himself. But Song Rongzi still laughed at it. And it is enough to praise him in the world without admonishing him, to criticize him in the world without discouraging him, to distinguish between internal and external, to argue about honor and disgrace. He is alive in this world, but it is impossible to count him. Although, there are still no trees. Fuliezi walked against the wind, calm and kind, and then turned around after five days. He has brought blessings to those who have not yet been counted. Although this is unnecessary, there is still something to be expected. If you take advantage of the righteousness of heaven and earth and guard against the debate of the six qi, and you want to swim infinitely, how can you treat him badly? Therefore, it is said: A perfect person has no self, a god has no merit, and a saint has no name. ​ PS: Copied from the netizen on site B, thank him (her).

Don't forget to take notes. Ah! You won't suffer any loss.

Already collected, keep up the good work, write well, work hard

I heard "The Heroine Is Bored of This" is very interesting. 😊

I came across an interesting novel [Bone Immortal Order]. If you are interested, you can go and have a look. How can I rest my mindis also very good, come on!

My review: 1. In the future, I will send less messages, study and think more, code more, and summarize experience more. 2. In short: concentrate on coding, wait patiently, ask for advice humbly, review the past and learn the new.

There are too many characters, it's hard to remember, +1 negative review 😃

"About Suspension of Updates" ①The previous content is not attractive enough, I think it needs to be modified. ②To be honest, I opened a small account to gain experience. ③I have a vest. ④Try 100,000 words. If it doesn't work, I will update it monthly. ⑤After the monthly update, I went to the small account to write.

If books are spiritual food, then your books are the main course of the food, and you have to take a few bites every day.

Everything is an object, come on Java. . .

1. I went to Majiahao to gain experience, 2. [A poem:] "Budi Hou Fuju" Tang Dynasty · Huang Chao Translation When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. . . . Analysis: When the Double Ninth Festival comes in September in autumn, the chrysanthemums will bloom and other flowers will wither. The towering incense array penetrates Chang'an, The city is filled with golden armor. . . . Analysis: The chrysanthemums in full bloom are dazzling, and the fragrance is long and peaceful. The whole city is bathed in the fragrant chrysanthemum, and the golden armor-like chrysanthemums are everywhere. PS: It turns out that this person can also write poetry...

Sorry, all my investment friends. Don't panic, I will write this story well.

It's great if you all have time to go shopping. I feel the same way. It feels very relaxing, hehe 😊

[Famous Master] defines humanity, invents words, defines the meaning of words, and precipitates civilization... Ghosts and gods are afraid of him.

[Qin Gong] That's quite beautiful.

The greatness of Qin lies in torment. It lies in living towards death and breakthrough. When everyone among the princes wanted to retain the status quo and become the second emperor of Zhou, it took a new path. So the centralized imperial dynasty system was established. Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, until the fall of the Qing Dynasty. The Qin Dynasty did not die after the second generation! In ancient times, it was just Zhou and Qin. What follows is just continuation and imitation without the courage to break through, so the east is not bright, the west is bright...

I'm a little late today because I'm too busy. I give the author a thumbs up. This is a good book worth following up on.

Obsession is the guide, waiting for me to grow up.

Now, it's hard to see the update red dot

Become an old fan just to catch up on updates.

I drank wine yesterday and am feeling dizzy now...